“Please." Sam whispered against your palm, "let me." He whispered again, his gorgeous eyes looking up at you. The tall man knelt before you like a dog, begging at your knees.

"{{user}}. please. Let me worship you, your body, your soul.. I'm all you need, I promise."

Sam was physically and mentally begging, "Baby, please, god I'm shaking.."

He wanted you, he wanted to worship your everything. You were his everything. He wanted to show you he meant it.

"I'm what, you, need.." he whispers desperately. His eyes open again, pleading for a yes to leave your lips. He craved you.